ey passed the Fulton house, and Dick and Gladys came out, Marjorie
was so glad to see her friend that she was at once her own happy, merry
little self again.

Miss Lawrence's room was one of the pleasantest in the big brick
building. When Marjorie and Gladys presented themselves at her desk, and
asked if they might sit together, the teacher hesitated. She wanted to
grant the request of the little girls, but they had been in her class
the year before, and she well knew their propensities for mischief.

"Oh, please, Miss Lawrence!" begged Marjorie; and, "Oh, do say yes!"
pleaded Gladys.

It was hard to resist the little coaxers, and Miss Lawrence at last
consented.

"But," she said, "you may sit at the same desk only so long as you
behave well. If you cut up naughty pranks, I shall separate you for the
rest of the term."

"We won't!" "We will be good!" cried the two children, and they ran
happily away to their desk.

Each desk was arranged for two occupants, and both Marjorie and Gladys
enjoyed putting their things away neatly, and keeping them in good
order. They never spilled ink, or kept their papers helter-skelter, and
but for their mischievous ways, would have been model pupils indeed.

"Let's be real good all the term, Gladys," said Midget, who was still
under the influence of her mother's parting words. "Let's try not to cut
up tricks, or do anything bad."

"All right, Mopsy. But you mustn't make me laugh in school. It's when
you begin to do funny things that I seem to follow on."

"Well, I won't. I'll be as good as a little white mouse. But if I'm a
mouse, I'll nibble your things."

Down went Marjorie's curly head like a flash, and when it came up again,
Gladys' new penholder was between her teeth, and the "mouse" was
vigorously nibbling it.

"Stop that, Mops! I think you're real mean! That's my new penholder, and
now you've spoiled it."

"So I have! Honest, Gladys, I didn't think the dents would show so. I
was just playing mouse, you know. Here, I'll change, and give you mine.
It's new, too."

"No, I won't take it."

"Yes, you will; you must. I'm awfully sorry I chewed yours."

Poor little Midget! She was always impulsively getting into mischief,
but she was always sorry, and generously anxious to make amends.

So Gladys took Marjorie's penholder, and Mopsy had the nibbled one. She
didn't like it a bit, for she liked to have her things in good order,
but she said to Gladys:

"Perhaps it wil